Rabble Gamma walked along to the outer perimeter of the domed organization, getting a look of its magnificence that miraculously came to be almost as soon as the Eschaton Foundation became funded by all nations of Earth. Wright took note of the stone or clay statues that held Arabic on their heads, necks or chests on the ground floor outside the sector the group were heading to; they weren't the only one's going there either, other new employees and more experienced ones were moving to and from the sector. The self-psyching of some and muttering gave him and his equally ill-experienced companions the notion that the "Exegesis" was where information was gathered, and bodies were honed.
The rooms that followed the sign of the location were labeled in various tongues but gave the impressions that they were for the various, currently known and used esoteric abilities. Some didn't quite seem to fit though, a room speaking of coding, philosophical concepts, the connections between things such as crossroads and worlds, and more increasingly unusual for the place in question. Some seemed more like clubs in your college campus than genuine necessities, but every so often the policies of the Foundation hung beside a door or place of intrigue.
1- Risks involving the release of one's true name are to be limited to the lowest possible, spreading such information to associates and holding it within immediate, inner thoughts is not excluded.
2- Dealing with vast and variable esoteric phenomena requires the utmost vigilance, no individual or circumstance that isn't confirmed secure are to be treated with caution.
3- Security for both close relatives, associates, and public are paramount; non-working hours are recommended to be spent in secure locations or with the company of 3-4 Eschaton employees minimum; Having company not involved with the Eschaton Foundation is to be kept to a minimum or abstained entirely for both parties' safety.
4- Probability tampering effects that gear towards certain events are to be minimalized, please look to the prohibited programs, activities and items section below for further details: Tarot cards, fortune-telling, all things involving astrological signs, unsecured items that hold esoteric phenomena that involve chance, verbal acknowledgements of a potential events (jinxes, mentions of fate, etc.)
5- Documentation of any and all esoteric phenomena is top priority.
6- Esoteric phenomena utilized by personnel are to be practiced in their specially designed locations unless given express permission or used in the field, all must be done responsibly.
7- Oaths and contracts even minor kinds are to be kept unless given a specific consequence that is clear.
8- Golem production is to be closely monitored especially ones written with certain names. (Refer to the "Incidents Catalog: Constructs B" and "Etymology and Special Name Index" for further information)
9- Things made by hand are to be treated with caution until farther notice. (Refer to the "Incidents Catalog: Constructs A" for further information.)
Some of the new members of Rabble Gamma wondered the specifics of the more questionable rules but with every potential reason they could come to, the nigh endless array of rooms seemingly devoted to different esoteric practices and mundanities caught their attention. Runes, alchemy, witchcraft, arts, so much yet they could only watch and participate in sparingly as the entire purpose of the Rabble squads was not to remain in one place for too long. The glimpses of each were all that could satiate the more curious members. The attention of the entirety of Rabble Gamma was taken by Ajal and Wic. "Alright, we're here. All of you to be taken through the standardized lessons required before you are let go to deal with what we face on the regular. Don't worry about the personal items you all brought days before on your trip here, they'll be where we'll stay for this week, where they'll be after is entirely dependent on if you remember to bring them." Ajal went to open the door as Wic informed them. The sounds of the digital padlock's buttons clicked in succession. The door to the "Inculcation Hall" was secured thrice over for the sake of protection, and due to such a necessity, the two senior members of the Foundation sighed before pulling out a key each. Wic and Ajal's keys seem to mirror one another. The modern and old. The pyramids, regular and inverted. They swapped them with each other before putting them in. The hint of a glow on each key upon the two holding the other's before their fingers covered the handles from which they emanated from. Then, they drew the keys close. As much as Wright wanted to see closer, he knew he'd only get some manner of punishment for it, thus he waited as he heard slight whispers come from the two's breath.He wished he could understand what was said but the words jumbled together in his ears. "...Sun... upon the Earth" "...Moon... upon the Earth" ",,,in this dance of Aeon.... We unleash the Pleroma." a moment longer before the door opened and the two quickly separated. "Fuck, I hate doing that when I'm at this kind of place." Ajal cracked his neck with a motion. "Such volatile methods really should have been dealt with by them, we won't be staying here long though thankfully. The other stations will have less.... invasive means of security." Wic then gestured the remainder of Rabble Gamma to move along, into a reflective water that came from finally opening the door. Individually, they stepped in, where the final measure was enacted. Wright found himself going through an unbridled torrent of thought and voice, voices known and yet to be known, thoughts foreign to him but just as familiar as the sun's rays to the soul. "Who is Indrid Cold?" "My Friend" "Syzygy..." "A vampire here? In this Haunted Hotel?" "Write for the Primordial, ██████!" "𝘠𝑜𝘂 𝘸𝙝𝐨 𝒔𝑒𝑟𝒗𝗲𝙨 𝒂𝙣 𝑒𝐟𝒇𝘪𝒈𝘆...." "I-It's... Nothing." "That can't be true!" "Zagovory. Voodoo... Connection-" "That's enough, he can come through. Man's a shitshow in here. What's a-" Whatever may have happened, Wright found himself quickly face to face with a cosmically vast space when he should have been within a normal room. Normal being the conference room he saw from the window positioned in the same place as the door. Wic saw some of his colleagues ahead, some nowhere to be seen and about a couple hundred individuals, some just as confused, some unbothered.
Light constructions akin to large judge podiums seem to exist several meters above the crowd that were still being congregated. Wright then felt a bump that had him and two others of his group tumbling, Medi and Mae, the latter of which quickly got back unto her feet as she pushed Medi. "Oi, watch it. Oh, pardon us Wright sir. Hope you're alright." She fixed her hair and ascot before pulling Wright up with a hint of struggle, fixing him up as soon as she spotted the ruffled look of suit and slightly off tie. "Oh, uhm, no problem..." "Geez, couldn't spare a bit of sympathy for me? Not like I wanted to land on you, sweet cheeks." Medi rubbed shoulder before combing his hair back a bit with another hand. Mae huffed a bit before a barely audible "sorry" came out. Amber gave a snort out of nowhere as she giggled a bit before clearly her throat and turning away. "Someone was enjoying themselves...." Wright began walking with his head slightly to the ground, or what anyone could suppose was ground from being able to feel it, going over to where Amber and the rest were. "So- what are we all waiting for?" Medi and Wright side in tandem. "Jin-" Medi was ready to say something before Ajal cleared his throat before gesturing him to shut his mouth. "Time and place, dumbass. The big wigs are going to be here for some reason." Wic then came along to pull Wright and Medi into the line they and other members were attempting to make. She didn't have to make any attempt to get Mae moving into place, simply seeing them was enough for her to get the picture.
Four lines. Much like Rabble Gamma, no masks were present on any of the people. "Why do most wear masks here but not us?" Wright wondered as he looked around, the best bet was it was something involving the Rabble Squads, but the reasons why eluded him. It made little sense to him, the importance of identity in this place made little sense to him to begin with to be fair. He was somehow put into an experimental task force despite these things normally being left to senior associates in similar organizations driven by the protection of lives. Whatever the case, he could tell he wasn't going to get answers, not direct ones. Ajal and three others gestured to each other once they were organized, before one who wore glasses and had a braided-back set of almost golden locks brought out a pocket watch. If it wasn't so far he'd have seen the fiddling of the watch, but chances are, even if he could it wouldn't have drawn eye or anyone not close. The room shifted, not physically, but by the sun rapidly moving. This hearkened all back to a time when the Sun and Moon went in reverse randomly for a period of 3 months, where the leaves of autumn days stood in place and rose from the ground and the rain rose after meeting the Earth, machines even went backwards and stopped while the living were untouched unless such things met them with ignorant collision. And when such moments ended, they rapidly went in the direction they took before the reversal.
This pocket watch, it was special to all but the new blood of the Rabble squadrons. It was not like those unusual days, it was more controlled, Wright, Wic, Medi, everyone there could tell. The air of something dense filled the space they occupied; it was enough to practically feel go down your throat if you swallow the air yet there was nothing visibly there. Perhaps it wasn't there, perhaps it was. Wright looked as something phased into vision behind the podium, the visage of men and women. They came more and more visible, projections of people from across the world, officials maybe. Wright couldn't tell, they each had their own methods of obscuring what little features one could tell from the astral bodies that were there. They moved silently as the clock continued going back, until the point they seem to step back. This was the right time. The time began to move forward once more as the click of the watch's lid closing resonated within the room. A tape record was brought out by another of the supposed seniors with them who removed the film, an oil slick coloration that moved as though living within its square frames. The film then began to project noise that followed those caught in the uncolored side.
"Greetings those of the Rabble squads: Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta respectively." The one in the middle who appeared as almost mist-like spoke with a voice that sounded unnatural as though speaking through filter. Immediately Ajal scuffed, he seemed have heard that voice before but what history was between them could not be deferred by simple expression alone. Wright and an unknown girl with braided crimson hair and silver ear piercings of a moon who was part of what he assumed was Rabble Beta rose an eyebrow and tilted heads to look more forward; invertedly bumping heads and silently apologizing. They looked at one another's eyes, one seeing endless words of colors, random and vivid; meanwhile the other, a moon of blood while bodies danced in a roaring inferno. They blinked in unison before returning to their position before one of the others had to intervene. The idea that the eyes were the window to the soul popped into Wright's head briefly before he shook off whatever that could be. Answers had to be grasped, the longer anyone stood in the Foundation, the less reality seemed real. Or perhaps it was more real than anything they knew before. "Today we meet, most of you for the first time, to talk of your new way of life." A feminine voice came from another one of those in the podiums, one who held a paper in hand and wore seemingly radiant, glowing face paint instead of wearing anything over her gaunt features. "Step up, Rabble Alpha." The first group of the whole moved forward, settling in a single file; they already exuded an aura of expertise that Gamma had none of as soon as they all could be seen. "As previously done, a series of exclusive railways across the world shall be left open for you and any we assign to be escorted by you. May you all be as safe as last year." They sighed collectively, unfortunately though, Wright would be unable to catch a glimpse of emotion from the position he stood from. They recuperated their stance before a third person told them that they may return to their posts. They vanished in sync before Wright could even gather information from them, even the slight glimpse of their faces were of no help. They were unfamiliar, the news and forums Wright knew were unblemished by the idea of a Rabble Alpha squadron. Wright could only guess the secrets that were being kept. "Step up, Rabble Beta." The difference between them and Alpha was apparent, walking with only as much finesse as first day recruits following their drill instructors would. They stood forward with anxiety hiding beneath well-fitted suits. The girl Wright accidentally saw into was there, her hazel irises showed before all of them faced the astral visages; their haunting eyes looking to each other for a moment before the misty leader gestured to start as if knowing to continue rather than wait longer.
"We welcome you and your fellow squads to this program. You all of Rabble Beta will be using a different mode of transportation to ensure that secrecy of our methods is assured; That form of transportation being one of our recently stabilized, state of the art adaptive cloaking jet formed from multiple confiscated items that were found with the property of 'invisibility.' You superior has already been given express instruction of the functionality of the mechanism within and how to operate it." They all looked at each other before shrugging or nodding their heads, though something definitely caught Wright's and others' eyes when they and Alpha came up before; they had over double the number of members compared to Gamma. All the groups had more than Gamma in fact. There was probably a reason like maybe their seniors being more experienced or they found the skills of the members more useful compared to the others, Wright could only hope it was for a good reason. They were the experts after all, they had to know something that was kept under wraps. Wright delved into his mind too much, he needed to adjust that before going onto the field, quickly. It was no help that despite joining, he held no intent to follow completely through, he craved information for his passion. He didn't wish to end up within some secret unit that travelled almost constantly and face more danger than expected; luckily for his company, he was no stranger to making good of a sticky situation. He could potentially learn better this way even.
"Step up, Rabble Delta." The third group called up was simultaneously obvious and baffling for the two groups which remained within the space but after a few seconds of awkward silence, the Delta squad moved forward. Again, only when the misty embodiment of the person at the center gestured to the rest of the men and women above the Rabbles did they speak once more; the spokesperson among them cleared her throat. "Much like the previously mentioned Rabble Beta, those of you within Rabble Delta will be using a different mode of transportation from the previous others. A special set of esoteric objects that resembles multiple keys connected to doors that were transplanted into the Foundation stations throughout the world and a place that serves as private quarters will be supplied to your superior which he may not distribute unless given permission. Farther details shall be given at a later date." They all seemed a little puzzled by the vagueness and oddity of their form of transportation if you could even call it that. One within was even tempted into making an inquiry but was gestured by the man with the pocket watch not to ask or do anything. All those of Rabble Delta beside that man then left.
Wright could only assume it had to do with the watch's mysterious ability to rewind time in some way. He gently wiped his hand of sweat as his resistance to his own nature was wearing thin. "Now. Rabble Gamma." The supposed Head spoke with a slightly amused tone that lingered a bit. "Step forward if you'd please." Wright swallowed a lump of anxiety as something within his soul felt off as those words came out. Eyes could suddenly be felt staring, piercing into him. He suddenly saw the rest begin to move, minus Wic who glanced at each of them. She definitely was checking up on them mentally, maybe she was doing that for everyone before; then her eyes fell onto Wright before gesturing him to move to her side. She probably could tell his internal panic. Wic gave a look of sympathy upon Wright cementing his place at the center of the line. They all watched as the misty figure seemed to move their hand as through drawing something. The first time they even moved outside a gesture or nod; a quick glance around and Wright knew Ajal definitely recognized this person somehow. He impatiently tapped his index on one of his crossed arms as he stared back at the now occupied individual. "Ah, there we go. Captured on paper as best as humanly possible. Thank you for waiting." The figure let out after what felt like several minutes. Everyone, even those up there, in the past, were unaware as to what that could mean. "Now, on to business. Rabble Gamma, you all were specially selected by moi; the reasons are simple. You all hold a set of abilities that holds far more potential than those of the other squads. The best way to stimulate that growth being stress."
Everyone, even those among the faceless mist, were uncertain. It was as if the amount of people within Rabble Gamma wasn't disclosed to them, they were only seven whole members while the other groups held fourteen to twenty members. Ajal's behavior began to make slightly more sense to Wright though the lack of concern from Wic made him think. "Worry not, I won't give impossible tasks. We aim to have your group use what they have at their disposal; that includes local manpower. Monsieur Gre- I mean Monsieur Ajal, being of a particular background, will handle such things. Meanwhile our dear mademoiselle Wic shall guide those of Rabble Gamma in nurturing it's esoteric potential." Both of those mentioned reacted perniciously, Ajal expressing a speck of repulsion while Wic felt a form of inexplicable violation from the utterance of her name in such a way. Both didn't object, knowing it would fall to deaf ears despite the awareness of the enigmatic individual. Wright and the unspoken of others simply watched the one-sided exchange with varying levels of uncertainty. "Now, much like the rest: you all who are new to our world and duty, shall be placed in a form of training that will be aided by our most prominent specialists in recent time to ensure that the training is sufficient, and your education is done properly." Everyone collectively looked at the professionals there, looking for some explanation which led to Wic, Ajal and the other there to look away or sigh in begrudging helplessness from being put on the spot.
"Ah and of course, the main event; Rabble Gamma shall be enjoying a newly formulated Collective Construct much like Rabble Beta albeit one different from the jet. A specially built car capable of reconfiguration with even more space than it seems. Wic would be the one to maneuver it, however due to the obvious, she is going to require assistance. Ajal shall deal with the wheel, while she shall deal with the more... special features." Out of the corner of his eye, Wright noticed Wic clinching at her own sleeves all the while her ears glowed with a faint blaze. Wright almost felt a tinge of pity due to the backhanded toying both his seniors and companions had to deal with. He was starting to wonder if this was a form of provoking a reaction, looking at Ajal made him wonder if the hardened shell of professionalism was going to explode. Ajal's teeth weren't showing, and no gesture of frustration showed but everyone could feel as though fate was being tempted.
Ajal ultimately did nothing, much like how his outer disposition showed. "Well, with all that done; I wish you all the best." With that, the display from the pocket watch ended as the one who held it opened it. The cosmic surroundings were devoid of ethereal occupants. The awkwardness of the past few minutes still lingered though, then suddenly the place changed. Wright looked to see the groups all within a place that seemed like a widescale gymnasium in structure even if devoid of individual coloration or depth. The fact that some of the others were sitting or lying upon them was the only indication that they were, indeed, physical and three dimensional. Wright looked at the group he had, as expected, all but Ajal, Wic and the blonde one was present in the same position as before. He wanted to talk to them all but would be beaten to it by Sybil whose footsteps were so gentle that Wright didn't hear him until a turn led to his shoulder colliding with Sybil's left pec. "Oh, ah sorry there Sybil. I didn't notice you." Sybil simply patting Wright's shoulder in response, a slight smile and wave before getting everyone gathered up. Wright simply concluded he wasn't much of a conversationalist, at least he was nice though. "H-hey guys, um... any clue on where we are?" Amber spoke as she tilted her head, the reason being the moment they got within speaking distance, Mae was fixing the tie Amber sloppily had on. The eye covered by her hair, now out of the way, showed she had distinctly different colored irises. The one they saw before, being hazel while the other was almost silvery blue.
Medi casually strolled over to Wright and rested an arm on his shoulder. "I got nothing, this place doesn't feel like anywhere I've been to before. Any clue, Wright?" He thought it over and wondered if the incantation made by Ajal and Wic had relevance. "What do you guys think Aeon and Pleroma involve?" With that Sybil and Amber looked at each other before turning heads to Wright. "Pleroma refers to fullness in the Alexandrian Dialect." Sybil put it plainly before Amber added on "... It's often used in philosophical and cosmic pretexts, such as Carl Jung's Liber Novus and Neoplatonism.... we got a bit bored being the first ones to get here... don't mind us." She received a soft pat on the head by Sybil shortly after Mae finished up, prompting a chuckle from her as Amber got a bit bashful.
"Alright, are all the newbies here?" A voice that showed in people of old age alone came from a grizzled, bearded man many would find synonymous with the image of a military man fresh out of retirement. His frame was a mix of emaciated yet toned musculature, as though he was less a product of rigorous training and instead rapid adaptation to the harshest of conditions. He had miniature scars riddled across the visible flesh of his being and an, oddly enough, old rifle that held heavy weathering from war times but no need for cleaning unlike those too old to be deemed effective in a modern age in any form. The man stood up, strapping the rifle to his back before going to look at each of the recruits there in the eye. He had no emotion in them, no heart despite his occasional squinting and soft grumble. He lingered on Wright and his group, raising a brow at how few were in the group but gave no comment or sign of approval or disapproval. "All of you are here, huh.... Let us begin then." He walked away to a spot far from them as he reached into a pocket to pull out a paper. He cleared his throat. "For the days before your trips as individual units, Rabble recruits will be tasked to report to Exegesis' Inculcation Hall during the hours of 12:00 and 22:00 with the necessary provisions... Boss' orders concluded. Well, that was helpful." He glanced at Wright halfway through before pulling out a match from its box and reflecting upon the flame he brought to it before burning the paper to nothing but a memory. He extinguished it with a flick of a wrist before looking at the recruits. "We shall start with combat training. Alpha Squad, demonstration time." With a moment, the steps of them echoed in unison to him. He gave no hesitation or signal before shooting upon one. No bullet came from the barrel, rather a visage of bows behind the man came before ghastly arrows of light aimed to kill. The squadron were nimble as well, one pulled out a small jade mirror while the rest stood behind; something that led to the oncoming arrows to enter the jade and launching, colliding into the next volley.
The collision led to a bright flash that blinded all and a riveting shadow stretched before wrapping around from the side of Rabble Alpha. As the light dimmed to a tolerable level, the sight of a glowing beetle-like amulet in one of the personnels' hands became noticeable. The lengthened darkness on the ground connected to the shadow of the old man, leading to both to writhe in a form of delirium as the rest closed the distance as best they could. The group almost succeed in subduing the man before he mouthed something and pulled the trigger of his gun again, and with it, a short sword of light wielded by an ethereal knight cut the shadows and swung at the group. They jumped back, a minor cut with a sizzling pain was dealt. "Brigid!" "On it! Move forward." With that, all but the one hurt and 'Brigid,' moved ahead as the man they were up against attempted to add distance. One who wore a pendant of a hammer then tore it off his neck and wrapping its string around his fist, then he went to face the knight; The sword and fist collided, deflecting despite one being made of light and the other of flesh. The knight was willing to avoid the fight to protect the man but the one with the pendant was relentless, insistent on keeping the being occupied as his colleagues pressed on. Meanwhile the gunman kept moving with old age hindering him on occasion like shackles, silently uttering something else before pausing to fire which brought another knight, of a thinner physique and wielding a longsword, to impede them. This one was far trickier to deal with, running in as a shield materialized in their other hand to meet them. The knight held experience in fighting multiple at a time. "Move, we'll take care of this!" one cried out before four of the crowd moved out to pursue the gunman. He was far farther this time, firing barrages of phantasmal arrows which were met with the same jade mirror before they were encircled and had to implement more defenses or endure. One with a haphazardly made cloak of various pelts, however charged while muffled bits of her voice were heard. "... Fre-... give blessings unto me and-..." The arrows blowing up deafened things, sending those unprotected flying if there were any but not this individual who seemed to recklessly push her luck. The gunman remained calm as he strapped his gun to his back and pulled out dichromatic gloves with multiple shapes embroidered within them and stamping one of his boots upon the ground, taking boxing stance as he took a deep breath. He moved forward with more speed and vigor than before to meet the woman head on as her comrades were still attempting to move forward, his fist and her forearms clashing with a silent shockwave of golden brightness.
All the while, the one called Brigid and the company she helped moved with ornate knife and pen in hand respectively. The pen-wielder took to aiding the one with the pendant fighting the broader of the two knights, the pen was taken in writing position before launching its ink in accordance to every stroke made. "The sword met the cracks of age and torment." The pen wrote as it imprinted the ink upon the light of the blade, and with the completion of it, suddenly cracks of inky blackness began to show. In another instance, flesh met the dawn, denting and dulling it before the knight switched tactics in a bid to release his symbol of glory from its curse. An ethereal wall attached to his free arm that the knight attempted to use to add distance by puncturing them with one of its edges, the field writer of the two took a chance with that moment. He crouched before jumping, vaulting over and dropkicking the knight a distance. A bruise and scrap being the cost. The helmet flew as the soldier stumbled; a glimpse of a face Wright swore he saw before during a trip long ago followed by the knight getting socked by a heavy fist. The ethereal being then faded. "One down..." The bruised individual muttered as he and his colleague high fived. "I swear you're a masochist, Jack." "Yeah, Yeah." The two men went off to follow Brigid, who was just short of the crowd who were holding off the other ghostly obstructer.
"I'm here guys, start the usual." Brigid called out as the ones withholding the knight began to mumble something in unison. The two from before followed suit, preparing to barrel into the crowd to provide their aid. The gunman and the cloaked woman all the while attempted with all their might to one up each other but were akin to a living sword and shield. The gunman pushed her back with every blow from his fists, though with the endless barrage of spiritual projectiles, neither could go all in. The cloak of the woman was not guaranteed to last and unlike her, the old man had no means of protection if he were struck by his own weaponry. The group within the storm of arrows were inching closer as well, though struggling to stay safe every second. The old man then decided swapping tactics was the only option, his offense couldn't gift him this victory. This may have only been a mock fight, but there was still a necessity to treat this like life and death, it was different from what the recruits were familiar with, even for those of martial backgrounds. The gunman then opened his palms, aligning his fingers to be straightened and placed them upon the head of the woman. The shapes upon his gloves then glowed, signaling the activation of something. Then the woman was in a trance-like state, the cloak no longer able to function due to her no longer speaking, and with it, the people within the hail of arrows panicked as they attempted to close the distance before the elder could escape. The man did however, though with the circumstances, there was no guarantee that the trance the woman had would last. He took note of the crowd as they overpowered the knight still there before deciding there was only one option left besides surrender due to not being permitted to kill a Rabble associate. He let go of the woman, bolting to gain a good amount of distance, a simpler feat than before due to the boots. The last bit of usage he could muster from it for the moment was workable for him. He kneeled a few meters way and got his gun out once more while stowing the gloves away. He clasped his hands in prayer with the gun close to his lips as he whispered something to it. It took long, so much so the group got out the deathly rain and got their companion out her trance. They rushed to him, but then a light oozed out the barrel and built up in the sky.
Anyone with a hint of vision could tell what was forming. Angels. Humans with wings. The modern visage of the holy according to the churches that existed on almost every landmass. Wright knew well what he saw, the modern stereotypes that were mere fractions of what the holy texts spoke of. It was only a handful, but one stood out for the armor, sword and shield he bore that immediately made Wright realize what was before them. An archangel. Wright thought it was impossible, as despite the media speaking of cryptids, ghosts, fairies and more showing up throughout the world, there was no mention or picture of angels anywhere. He could only stare in awe just as everyone else did, even Rabble Alpha didn't dare move. The archangel scanned the place, gesturing its cohorts to do what they came for. The angels' presences alone were altering things within the void space. The phantom bows and arrows crackling as they vanished, the bending shadows straightening, the gap between Alpha and them crunching despite them not moving. The light of them was as ominous as they were awe-inducing, an oppressive dream. The group had surrendered without even considering it. The gunman then stopped praying, he and the archangel both going to peacefully resolve all notions of animosity.
With things cleared, all but the archangel dissipated back barrel of the rifle. Wright watched them dumbfounded at how oddly anticlimactic that was, as well as how different they were behaving. It was as if fighting was removed from their minds entirely, plucked out even. They walked over to the recruits who were either unsure as to what happened or in glee. "I hope that got through all you newbies' skulls, because I'm sure that was far different from what you all expected. The job you all do just as much about mind as it is the actual fight. I doubt all of you will be on the frontlines even with your roles, but still." The archangel barely eyed the recruits occasionally as he healed the injured which were primarily those who toughed out the arrows as best as possible and whoever Jack was. Wright could tell they weren't hiding their faces much like the rest in the room, but no matter how long he looked upon them, their looks, the details of their figures, everything but the items they had to fight, were escaping his thoughts. He shook off the abnormality of such a thing, opting to get a look of the archangel.
It was difficult with the radiance that came from the body or somewhere similar, but the hints of auburn strands still showed, or was it gold? It was as though it shifted by the second. Wright was tempted to look into the eyes of the archangel, but without even noticing, there they were. They were looking into his. The fact startled him but then they separated, the angel now looking at something beyond Wright. "𝗥𝘂𝑛, 𝒃𝑜𝘺." Too late for that. The world flashed soon after a radiant edge was in view.